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In your high strange voice, your feet scuffing along the pavement
I have been spending time with my niece, who is currently investigating me as an anthropological or possibly zoological subject. My favorite exchange so far:
Niece: What are you doing?
Me: (paging through a J. Peterman catalogue at the dining room table, slightly bemused) Reading?
Niece: You sit like an animal!
Me: (suddenly aware of perching raptorially on the chair) I have this relationship with a lot of furniture.
Being in a phase of How to Train Your Dragon and knowing my nocturnal habits, she has categorized me as a Night Fury. I find this absurdly flattering.
Niece: What are you doing?
Me: (paging through a J. Peterman catalogue at the dining room table, slightly bemused) Reading?
Niece: You sit like an animal!
Me: (suddenly aware of perching raptorially on the chair) I have this relationship with a lot of furniture.
Being in a phase of How to Train Your Dragon and knowing my nocturnal habits, she has categorized me as a Night Fury. I find this absurdly flattering.